Lyrics:
as fucking molasses
Probably won't pass it, smoke it till the last hit
Down to the ashes, Mary J. a bad bitch
Andre 3001 another classic
Go ahead ask 'em,
Caesar, sir.
C: (salutes) Hail Caesar.
If it's not done by sunrise, I'll cut your balls off.
B: (very reliefed) Oh thank you sir, thank you sir, hail Caesar
a'chasing that old alligator
That lives in the brown water beneath the Suwannee Cove
He'll grab you by the ankle and pull you down under
It'll happen real
you yeah
Baby I go stand by you (Money na the main issue yeah)
Emi C Ronaldo lomo
E no mean say make I shomo meji
(Choir master lomo)
And if you give me
fear
On yon green island as we passed it by,
There we lost sight of your sailor boy."
Well, she wrung her hands and she tore her hair.
She was
stay with me
Cause I need you
I'll treat you right
Come with me baby
Be mine tonight
Pretty woman don't walk on by
Pretty woman don't make me cry
Alexia
And when they make it down to Antarctica
Just please don't fucking wake up Veronica
Then Leon is dispatched to Europe ASAP
To go and get
Can you last another week? Does the cistern still leak?
Or have you found a man to mend it?
Oh, and by the way, how's your broken heart?
Is that
to the soul of Marvin
To bring back the promise, it's Black Market
[Interlude: William Cooper]
Chill, Priest, yo chill
'cause you got William Cooper in here
and an old man died in there
Who owned four pounds rent and William Hare said that's not fair
So Hare and his friend Burke came up with a morbid plan
To make
your suffering is how you make it killing
Walking up the block, never stay at the same place
Looking to arise, golden aura around the face Set the pace,
hundreds up in my baby safe,
I’m William Shakespeare when it comes to making plays.
You niggas playin’ but it ain’t a game.
I rock diamonds in Dallas
Of justice from it's new wave of leaders:
Frank Rizzo, the high school graduate
Mayor of Philadelphia, whose ignorance
Is surpassed only by those who voted for
I'm 'bout to make my approach
It didn't hit the stroke of twelve, I'm under the spell
'Bout to make my move to the corner, twist up an L
The DJs'
(Forty Fonzarelli's answering machine)
Aight, what's really? You hit my lifer number
This Sick Wid It/Jive Records
Leave your message at the beep
his prime
We was taught 3 main religions
Ask Walter Williams
The destruction of civilization
By Chancellor Williams
I'm a student from
or Beyoncé
I can't say anything about Ariana Grande
Without making a tear drop
Andrew Huang makes music out of anything
Why not make it out of earshot?
Career
minutes go by
Nothing wrong with my sight
Guess I lived through the night
Hmm sounds weird right?
Every day has been like this
Hit me all at once it
Tenderness
Lyrics by Eric W. Smith (ASCAP) Music by William Green (BMI)
Verse
Come here, baby
You don’t have to hurt to love me
It’s not about
if there was no Preme
There was no cat
And the game was run by Prince and run by Pat
It's the killa season
Who the fuck need a reason
These faggot
to Rest In Peace
Or I’m laying in the hills out in Beverly
Written by William Johnson
dro in bags and
For you, it's easy more so said than done
Chased by police, we run, get
Tired, pause in streets with peace
Wired, come down hard from
three videos straight
We know sunshine’s a fast runner
Thats why your insta captions "TB" to last summer for a reason
And you know it’s the season
Where
dig it?
There is no girl in the whole world
That can love me like you do - ow!
Tell 'em bout it, Watson
My baby now, when she walks by
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